Ian reached into his pocket. He pulled out a business card and passed it to a Russian man sitting across the bar from him.

"Lauren" Ian shouted across the room as she came out of the toilet after fixing her make-up. Ian had shown the whole pub that he owned her by kissing the living day lights out of her and groping her inappropriately; Lauren never liked to admit that she liked the attention. Ian wiggled his finger as a sign for her to come over.

Lauren walked towards him; her eyes staring right into his, the passion between them was boiling. Ian's bright blue eyes made Lauren melt as she reached him. He turned away from the man to kiss her again, he wanted to show the man he was with how strong and dominant he was.

"Lauren, this is Afanasi Belomestov, he is a new client of mine, some one that you'll be working with if I need you to come with me on a case" Ian prompted by nodding at the gentleman.

"I believe Afanasi is Russian for immortal, am I correct?" Lauren asked looking at Belomestov in the eyes trying to feel out if he was the type of person that both she and Ian would end up shooting in the range.

"Lauren, I am impressed, I see why you've picked her Ian. Intelligent, beautiful, and I bet she is good in the sack" Belomestov alleged smirking whilst looking at her sexy figure up and down. Ian slammed his hand down on the table grabbing Belomestov thumb and pulling it out of the socket and breaking it with one quick turn. "I'd be more careful what you say about my woman next time" Ian whispered maliciously out with an Irish drawl.

Lauren leaned over to Belomestov. "Не связывайтесь с Иен Дойл, я не рекомендовал бы его" (don't mess with Ian Doyle, I wouldn't recommend it) before moving back towards Ian slowly kissing his neck, rubbing her hands over his shirt feeling his muscles and squirming in her knickers slightly. Lauren moved towards his ear, sucking slightly on the ear lobe before whispering sexually into his ear "emmener à l'extérieur, le tuer, puis me ramener chez moi, et je vais faire de votre journée complete" (take him outside, murder him, then take me home, and I'll make your day complete).

Ian looked into her eyes which were filled with passion, even he knew that maybe killing someone because they saw how beautiful his woman was a bit harsh, but he couldn't say no to this horny, beautiful, already dripping for him lady. "Afanasi, would you like to come outside, so we can finish this deal, only my Lauren speaks Russian, and I'd like us to talk about this somewhere more private. I've got three SUV's outside, if you want to get in the first one, we can have proper chat about this? If you've understood all of this tap your glass three times, and my bodyguard will let you into the first SUV…" Ian spoke slowly and clearly to the Russian man.

Belomestov tapped his glass three times, slid a $100 bill at the barmaid and walked out the door. Kurt was standing outside the door; he was a large Irish man, also known as Ian's bodyguard. Belomestov walked towards him.

"Are you Doyle's body guard, I think I was supposed to find you, and uh, first SUV?" Belomestov asked wearily trying his best to use proper English. Kurt didn't say anything; he knew that the first SUV was used for ambushes and deaths. Belomestov was directed to the first SUV and locked in.

Back in the pub, Lauren turned towards Ian. He kissed her hard, becoming more sexually attracted to her by the minute. Ian pulled away, and looked her deep into the eyes. He pulled one of the guns out of his jacket and handed it to her. Ian smirked at her as Lauren placed the gun into her knickers.

Ian guided Lauren out of the pub by pushing his straining erection against her bottom. Kurt nodded as they reached the door of the pub. Lauren looked at Kurt as she saw his eyes look down at the gun she has in the pants, then she looked at Ian who had also noticed Kurt's straining eyes and the erection that started to grow in his pants. "Kurt, if you want to end up in the first SUV like Belomestov then I'd carry on looking at my Lauren the way you are" Ian barked. Lauren felt so special, she knew that she was Ian's, he dominated her, no one else could look at her and she loved it. Kurt looked away quickly and turned away after pointing at the first SUV, handing Ian the keys.

Lauren and Doyle walked towards the SUV. She took the gun out of her knickers giving Ian a flash of her bundle of nerves. He chuckled and smirked at her, before he unlocked the doors and both of them getting into the SUV at the same time on opposite sides trying and succeeding to intimidate Belomestov.

"Afanasi, so this deal, you can bring me things that other people can't you say?" Ian asked quizzing Belomestov. Lauren was looking straight at Doyle behind Belomestov's head, gazing into his deep blue eyes, she realised even more than usual that she was in love with him.

"I can offer you, how do you say, lots for money. Good value," Belomestov tried to explain as best as he could. He was a small man, very thin and looked like he could be snapped like a twig. Lauren nodded at Ian as if to ask if she had permission to talk, and Doyle nodded back. He knew that Lauren wanted him and she would murder Belomestov with words and hopefully with a bullet.

"Afanasi, your name claims you are immortal, are you sure about that? You look like you could be broken even by little old me" Lauren chuckled as she said this, so confident with herself. Ian felt his erection straining against his belt as he found himself seeing Lauren in a different dominant light.

"So, what do you say Belomestov, are you going to give us a good deal? Are you going to even get out of this car actually? I mean you're shipping the guns here, but I don't see us with any money, in fact I just see us with guns" Lauren alleged proudly as both her and Doyle reached for their guns.

"You're not going to, uh, get rid of me are you? I mean I have done nothing wrong, I bring you good business, I never say anything about your girlfriend again Mr Doyle" Belomestov whimpered out. Ian looked at Lauren with such love and proudness in his eyes. He was impressed that his girlfriend had made Belomestov a nervous wreck; he was delighted that she wanted to kill someone because they had broken the rules and he was ecstatic that she had already got her gun out and was ready to shoot him.

Lauren looked at Doyle; she would never do anything without his permission. She followed the rules, not because she was scared, but because she found it exciting, sexy and she knew she got more things if she did follow the rules. "Ian, puis-je le faire tomber, je ne me dérange pas si vous voulez faire, ce qui vous rend heureux, c'est juste le petit baiseur m'a énervé et vous le savez, ce soir, vous pouvez faire ce que vous voulez de moi, pas de limites que ce soit, je te veux. Je te veux maintenant. Donc, je peux?" (can I take him down, I don't mind if you want to do, whatever makes you happy, it is just the little fucker has pissed me off and you know, tonight you can do whatever you want to me, no limits whatsoever, I want you. I want you now. So can I?)

Lauren grinned at Doyle sexily and hoped inside her mind that he would allow her to shoot him. Doyle smiled, and thought how lucky he was to have found someone that wanted to join in with his work. Normally his girlfriends accepted what he did but wanted to no part of it. He found it so sexy and just wanted to rip his trousers off now and take her.

"Lauren, mon amour. Vous pouvez le faire tomber, je veux voir, je veux que vous le tuer comme vous le voulez, alors je veux vous ramener chez vous et vous ravir jusqu'à ce que vous ne pouvez pas tenir une arme." (Lauren; my love. You can take him down, I want to see this, I want you to kill him however you want, then I want to take you home and ravish you until you can't hold a gun) Ian said powerfully to her. Lauren smiled. She has permission to kill this man who had upset her beloved Ian Doyle.

Belomestov was shifting in his seat. He couldn't speak French, and he was very nervous. Lauren turned to speak to him. "Afanasi, look at me, you're not immortal" she spoke bitterly at him. She had the gun levelled as his crotch. Her eyes were like daggers, she had become Ian Doyle – the female form. She didn't blink, she didn't speak, and she shot. The bullet went to his penis and shot it clear off.

"Now Afanasi, you won't be able to get an erection again will you" Lauren shouted at him smarmily. Ian looked at her eyes, she was enjoying this, she felt safe with the gun in her hand. "Ian, can drive him somewhere, and just let him bleed out. Listen to what they'd say: death by blood loss from the penis. Now I think that is amusing" she laughed.

Doyle got out of the car. Lauren started to worry, had she pushed it too far, she knew she wasn't in control. Ian was the leader, and she didn't want to make him upset. She started to panic, her palms started to sweat. "Oh fuck, what the shitting hell have I done" Lauren thought. Suddenly the door that she was nearest opened. It was Ian, he picked her up, she went to talk but before she could Ian's lips crashed on to hers. He carried her to the second SUV where the back door was already open.

"Ian, what is going on? I didn't go too far did I? I didn't steal your thunder did I? I didn't mean too. Ian, you're in charge, everyone knows that. I'm so…" Doyle cut her off before she could say anymore with another kiss and started to stroke her upper thigh.

"Love, what you said and did was perfect. I'm making James do your plan so to speak. He is going to drive him down to Sheldon's Creek, make it look like a suicide, and burn the car down too, and because he is taking care of Belomestov, I can take care of you, and not in the same way" Ian's hand started to move into her knickers as the sentence started to end.

Lauren chuckled and whimpered as his hand moved to her dripping excited folds. "Ian" she snickered.

"Love, because you've impressed me so much, I'm going to make you wait until we get home till you get my warm feeling, if you catch my drift" he scoffed.

"Oh, Ian. Really?" Lauren pleaded as she looked at him deep into his royal blue eyes. She actually wanted to wait, she wanted to pull him into the shower, wash all of the blood of him and ravish his manhood. Ian pulled her in closer, kissing her forehead lightly, shouted through to his driver to take them home and quickly. She cuddled into his muscular chest and wiped the blood splatters of his face, and as she did so, he whispered into her ear "Love, I will never let you go, you're my only, and tonight will be the best night you'll ever have"